Secret Wife Of The Billionaire

with mockery, his disgust evident in every words. His piercing eye

uld react, his fingers wrapped around my hand, gripping it so tightly that a sharp pain shot t

said, his voice cold and indifferent. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, dar

as testing me, waiting to see if I would crumble under the weight of the decision

you?" I wanted to scream, but instead, the words rem

ave a choice. I w

ting against his hold, but he didn't let go. His expression remained unreadable, but his strength-unforgiving. My

ld fool anyone. Some would call her a graceful woman, but I knew better. To me, she was the

performance. Then, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Remember, you are

minded me-my life had neve

I once knew, a place that had drained every ounce

his piercing gaze fixed straight ahead, not sparing me a glance. The tension betwe

g beneath the surface. For the first time in a long while, hope flickered

the last place I want to be," Alessandro

composed expression, gave a small nod be

ith something unreadable. Was it anger? Frustration? Disgust? Wha

thing was clear-I was stepping into a life I never

l be seeing constantly in our house, so get used to

r-tall, neatly dressed, and exuding an air of quiet authority. U

ot our home, but our house. The

more than an inconvenience. I swallowed down my irritation, knowing that t

ou look very beautiful and astonishing today," Mr. Aldo said

felt light-comforting even. As I looked at him, I

uilt frame exuded quiet confidence. Why couldn't I have been forced to marry him instead of

face void of any emotion-I couldn't help but wonde

thing I've heard today," I s

lessandro, then back at me. "That can't be t

though there was no humor i